Laura Page #3

- Okay, I'll have a look.

- Perhaps I could help you?

All right. Come along.

I'll be seeing you,

Mrs. Treadwell.

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All right.

Break it up. Break it up.

Ice-cold drinks.!

- The doorbell rang.

- What?

As she opened the door,

the shot was fired.

And how do you deduce that?

She fell backward.

The body was there.

I thought you hadn't

been up here before.

I saw the police photos.

I guess I better

try and find that key.

McPherson, tell me, why did they have to

photograph her in that horrible condition?

When a dame gets killed,

she doesn't worry about how she looks.

Will you stop calling her a dame?

Look around.

Is this the home of a dame?

Look at her.

Not bad.

Jacoby was in love with her

when he painted it...

but he never captured

her vibrance, her warmth.

Have you ever been in love?

A doll in Washington Heights

once got a fox fur out of me.

Ever know a woman who wasn't

a "doll'' or a "dame''?

Yeah, one, but she kept walking me

past furniture windows...

to look at the parlor suites.

- Would you mind turning that off?

- Why? Don't you like it?

It was one of Laura's favorites.

Not exactly classical, but sweet.

- You know a lot about music?

- I don't know a lot about anything...

but I know a little

about practically everything.

Yeah? Then why did you say...

they played Brahms's First and Beethoven's

Ninth at the concert Friday night?

They changed the program at the last

minute and played nothing but Sibelius.

I suppose I should have

told you in the first place.

I'd been working on that

advertising campaign with Laura.

Well, we'd been working so hard, I-

I just couldn't keep my eyes open.

I didn't hear a note at the concert.

I fell asleep.

Next he'll produce

photographic evidence of his dreams.

I know it sounds suspicious,

but I'm resigned to that by now.

I'm a natural-born suspect just because

I'm not the conventional type.

I wouldn't worry about it,

Mr. Carpenter.

It sounds reasonable.

I fall asleep at concerts myself.

Thank you.

You found

that key yet?

No. I looked for it in the den,

but it wasn't there. It may be in here.

Yes, here it is.

I knew there must be

one around somewhere.

The police are very fussy

about their inventories.

That key isn't on the list of things

that were in that drawer yesterday.

Then it's made

a recent reappearance.

You put it there,

didn't you?

- Yes.

- Why?

It's just that I didn't want to give it

to you while Waldo was present.

- Oh.

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